Responses
• Surely a quiver twinkled in each eye; But what of that? It need not signify: Beneath his glance a brave man well might flush; What wonder then that a fair maid should blush? Surely a quiver twinkled in each eye; But what of that? It need not signify: Beneath his glance a brave man well might flush; What wonder then that a fair maid should blush?
• She laughed a gay laugh, but by hard constraint: Then turned and hid her face, all pale and faint, As one might be who stabs and turns the knife In the warm heart of one more dear than life.
• Gaily she spoke, and seemed all unconcerned; And yet a curious watcher might have learned From a slight quaver in her laughter free To doubt the frankness of her flippancy. Gaily she spoke, and seemed all unconcerned; And yet a curious watcher might have learned From a slight quaver in her laughter free To doubt the frankness of her flippancy.
• Her face was a dim dream of shadowy light, Like misty moonbeams on the fields of night, And in her voice sweet nature’s sweetest tunes Sang the glad song of twenty cloudless Junes. Her face was a dim dream of shadowy light, Like misty moonbeams on the fields of night, And in her voice sweet nature’s sweetest tunes Sang the glad song of twenty cloudless Junes